cupids,
with lance for bows,
tilt
delicately
within
the swirling
and
whirling
explosiveness
of Suspense.
something sacred brews.
a contest without victory:
two prisoners
of war.
a prison without locks:
yet
blissful,
in mutual servitude.
Truth
soars gloriously,
even as they
stumble gracelessly
into
love.
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